Infelice by Augusta Jane Evans Wilson
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"Elise, how can you jest? I am sorely burdened with gloomy forebodings of coming ill. You cannot imagine how I shrink from this responsibility." "It is rather too late, dear, to climb upon the stool of repentance. Take this beast of Bashan by the horns, and have done with it. There is the bell! Shall I accompany you?" "Oh, certainly." Hannah met them, and held up a card. ERLE PALMA, _New York City_. As the minister entered his parlour, Mr. Palma advanced to meet him, holding out his hand. "I hope Dr. Hargrove has been prepared for my visit, and understands its object?" "I am glad to know you, sir, and had reason to expect you. Allow me to present Mr. Palma to my sister, Mrs. Lindsay. I am exceedingly----" The sentence was never completed, and he stood with his eyes fastened on the child who leaned against the window watching him with an eager breathless interest as some caged creature eyes a new keeper, wondering, mutely questioning, whether cruelty or kindness will predominate in the strange custodian. |
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